Quotes About Books

Well, this is a story about books." "About books?" "About accursed books, about the man who wrote them, about a character who broke out of the pages of a novel so that he could burn it, about a betrayal and a lost friendship. It's a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind.

Elk boek, elke band die je ziet, is bezield. Bezield door degene die het schreef, bezield door degenen die het lazen en doorleefden en ervan droomden. Telkens als een boek in andere handen overgaat, telkens als iemand zijn blik over de bladzijden laat gaan, groeit zijn geest en wordt sterk.

This is a place of mystery, Daniel, a sanctuary. Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those

Once, in my father's bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a place in our memory to which, sooner or later - no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget - we will return.

who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.

She said that someone had been following her and she was afraid it was the man called Coubert, who was trying to get hold of the books to destroy them.

THE SHADOW OF THE WIND JULIÁN CARAX

Julián non amava parlare di sé o dei suoi libri. Non mi sembrò che fosse felice a Parigi; del resto, mi diede l'impressione di essere una di quelle persone che non possono essere felici da nessuna parte.

Supo entonces que sobre aquella roca empezaría a construir un santuario, un cementerio de ideas e invenciones, de palabras y prodigios que crecería sobre las cenizas [...] y que algún día albergaría la mayor de las bibliotecas, aquella en la que toda obra perseguida o despreciada por la ignorancia y la malicia de los hombres iría a parar a la espera de volver a encontrar al lector que todo libro lleva dentro.

I want you to make me believe.

Julián lived within himself, for his books and inside them—a comfortable prison of his own design

Nos meus sonhos de colegial seríamos sempre dois fugitivos a cavalo na lombada de um livro,dispostos a escaparem-se através de mundos de ficção e sonhos em segunda mão.

Îmi spui mie È™i eu o s? te duc într-un loc secret unde c?rÈ›ile nu mor niciodat? È™i unde nimeni nu le poate distruge.

Am hot?rât c? existenÈ›a mea va fi una a c?rÈ›ilor È™i a t?cerii.

I STILL REMEMBER THE DAY MY FATHER TOOK ME TO THE CEMETERY OF Forgotten Books for the first time. It was the early summer of 1945, and we walked through the streets of a Barcelona

Al encontrar la puerta con el cartel de CERRADO, empezó a golpear el cristal con los puños. Fermín y Daniel intercambiaron una mirada. - Para que luego digan que en este país la gente no tiene ganas de comprar libros.

Well this story is about books. About books? About accursed books, about the man who wrote them, about a character who broke out of the pages of a novel so that he could burn it, about a betrayal and a lost friendship. It's a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind (p.178)

Le interesa lo mismo que a usted. Le interesan los libros, la literatura, el olor de estos tesoros que tiene usted aquí y la promesa de romance y aventura de las novelas de a peseta. Le interesa espantar la soledad y no perder el tiempo en comprender que en este perro mundo nada vale un céntimo si no tenemos a alguien con quien compartirlo.

Americans are inventing something called television, which will be like the cinema, only at home. There'll be no more need for books, or churches, or anything.

Cada libro, cada volumen que ves aquí, tiene un alma. El alma de la persona que lo escribió y de aquellos que lo leyeron, vivieron y soñaron con él.

Even then my only friends were made of paper and ink. At school I had learned to read and write long before the other children. Where my school friends saw notches of ink on incomprehensible pages, I saw light, streets, and people. Words and the mystery of their hidden science fascinated me, and I saw in them a key with which I could unlock a boundless world, a safe haven from that home, those streets, and those troubled days in which even I could sense that only a limited fortune awaited me.

En mi mundo, las grandes esperanzas solo vivían entre las páginas de un libro.

Este lugar es un misterio, Daniel, un santuario. Cada libro que ves tiene alma. El alma de quien lo escribió, y el alma de quienes lo leyeron y vivieron y soñaron con el. Cada vez que un libro cambia de manos, cada vez que alguien desliza la mirada por sus paginas, su espíritu crece y se hace fuerte

Al leer ponemos la mente y el alma, y ésos son bienes cada día más escasos. Cada libro, cada tomo que ves, tiene alma. El alma de quien lo escribió, y el alma de quienes lo leyeron y vivieron y soñaron con él.